Gallery – 2019 Daily Sketches #183-212
Thirty more sketches from last year’s daily sketch project.
Story Seed #56
The Telepathy Plague
A virus spreads. It is airborn, carried via respiratory droplets from host to host. Its incubation period is about a month so it has infected millions before the first cases are reported. Symptoms start small. The infected person starts to “hear” thoughts that are foreign, have desires that are new, remember memories of events they’ve never experienced. Only an infected person can “hear” another infected person. As the disease progesses infected people begin to experience more direct contact. One person can feel anothers physical pains, anothers emotional highs and lows, anothers direct thoughts.
How many people would run from infection? How many people would run to it? How many people would seek a cure? How much chaos would result from people being unable to keep secrets, being unable to lie, being able to see each others needs and pains?
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Patrick E. MacLean writes fiction and essays. He also podcasts them. Most of the time I like reading more than listening so I appreciate that he has both options available. And both versions are worth experiencing.
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I haven’t added much (if anything) to my Zazzle and Redbubble stores this week. I have plenty of images to use to make products. I’ve been lacking words. Rather, I’ve been lacking the necessary enthusiasm to write sales copy. Every time I post something new I have to write something new. Most mornings I’ve gone to one site or the other, picked an image I wanted to use and then drew a blank on what to say.
On the internet, a picture doesn’t speak for itself. Internet searches are based on words. No words, no search results.
I.m okay with fallow creative times. Drawing a blank with words doesn’t mean I’m drawing nothing at all. I’m currently working my way through sketches for a couple of proposed Call of Cthulhu supplements. Other projects are in the thinking and sketching stages.
Our housemate moved out at the beginning of the month so we’ve been moving things around in the apartment. And once you start moving things you really notice the things you don’t need anymore. I’ve been putting the “don’t need” things onto Craigslist, free to anyone who will come pick them up. Most of that stuff congregated in a side room that we’d left unused so our housemate could use it. She put a couple of things there that didn’t fit in her room and then ignored the space. Over the years stuff we weren’t using ended up there. Of course.
I want to turn the room into a conscious storage space. I’ve got large pieces and flat files and shelves of art that could get moved into that room and open up more space in the studio/library. I’ve also got 11 days off from USPS starting this Friday that I can use to move stuff. Fun, fun, fun!
I hope your week goes well. I hope you get a lot of rain, physically and metaphorically. Large parts of the country need it these days. If your soul is dry and dusty, please seek out some emotional H2O and spiritual fertilizer. The world already has a lot of people burning up and burning out. We need each other. It’s heatlhy to look after others. It’s healthy to accept help.
